Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Now, on a lighter note...

You've probably been wracking your brains trying to decide how to dress your newborn for a Very Special First Christmas. Wait no more...there is a solution at Target:





http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/sr=1-17/qid=1165609817/ref=sr_1_17/601-4941576-9135323?ie=UTF8&asin=B000CDG5BS

Oh yes, you can....


and if you are a fan of the Mommy & Me look...IT COMES IN ADULT SIZES TOO!


Note the "Shoe" Boxes. Yep, they went there.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Lost Kim Family - Amazing Breastfeeding!

** Updated **

I just learned an amazing detail from bokumbop: Affected about the Kim family, stranded in Oregon. The mother, Kati and her two daughters, a four-year-old and a seven-month-old were found two days ago. While stranded for 10 days, Kati Kim was able to breastfeed the girls to keep them alive.

This really got me thinking.

I can't imagine what kind of distress, panic even, she must have felt as a mother to know that the family was stranded. To know that her children were at risk and to feel completely unclear about the outcome. What kind of emotional level did she have to sustain to keep her older daughter from worrying?

Even with the freezing weather, the need to burn tires for warmth, the despair when she and her husband decided after seven days that he would set out for help - there was always a little glimmer of hope, I imagine.

There was hope because of the small comfort of being able to breastfeed. Knowing that the primal ability to give food to a child through your body would sustain them until help arrived. How did she explain breastfeeding to her older daughter? As a four-year-old, no doubt she had been curious, previously watching this newborn nursing from her mother. Maybe she even asked to try. What did Kati tell her daughter in the beginning? And what did she tell her daughter when it was clear that both girls would need to drink to keep nourished? Did she explain that while it wasn't for four-year-old big girls to nurse before, it is now? Surely the four-year-old knew something was wrong. Did James and Kati explain that this was an adventure, that they were camping, to keep from upsetting her?

In the meantime, did they have food? I'm sure her milk supply increased - did she eat snow to keep hydrated? Did she ration the snacks? Did she eat knowing the children would receive nutrients from the milk, or did she fast, to save the snacks for the girl?

On the second Monday after being lost on a Saturday - the help did arrive. A helicopter spotted a woman waving an umbrella. What a survivor! It's an amazing story. Now we just need James Kim to be found.


* * Updated * *

Sadly, reports have come out that James Kim did not survive. Go here for more information.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Anger management?

There's a couple-friend of ours who kind of gets under my skin. We haven't seen him and her in a few years, but we still exchange Christmas cards. Theirs came last night. I was surprised at how annoyed it made me. As usual, it was a top ten list of accomplishments and accolades. Mister is on the church committee for this, and volunteers with high school students for that. He's performing well at the law firm of Blah-blah-blah and surprised Missus with a wonderful 30th birthday party. Missus continues to do well with her exploits of this and that, is starting a counseling business, in addition to her communications business, and finds time to knit for the shelter. They enjoyed 10 days across the pond traveling through the UK and also enjoyed trips to Here, There, and Everywhere in 2006. How blessed they are and how they couldn't be happier.

It's so saccharine, it almost makes me sick to read. I opened it up last night, and put it down after Accomplishment #3. I was beginning to be annoyed. No one can be that happy, right? It's a sign of something wrong. I put it back in the envelope and set it aside. A few hours later, as I dealt with the mail, I opened it and read it in full. Sigh, it did annoy me, as I suspected it would.

This morning, I mentioned it to DH. He looked at me, put both hands on my shoulders and said, You need to work on not being angry.

Gulp.

Who cares what they're doing, he continued. Throw it away. Stop reading. Who cares? Why so much anger?

The truth is, I don't know why I'm angry. I shouldn't be. I have a perfectly good life. A full life. A lovely baby. A too-patient husband. A good job. A nice house. Working cars. There's really nothing I should be concerned about. And certainly no reason to be angry about someone else's happiness.

But clearly something is bothering me. I wish I knew what it was...